I Confess

On Sunday’s my seven year old attends Sunday school. The time that it’s offered is very odd as it’s between mass times — starting just as one ends, and ending in the middle of another. Now, I admit, I’m not a very churchy person. Sometimes I don’t mind it, but for the most part, I prefer to stay at home and read the newspaper. In fact, before Zoe was born, and actually for a while after, each Sunday morning I’d take my newspaper to my nearest Einstein Bagels, enjoy a bagel and a lot of coffee, while immersing myself in my own private time. Sometimes I’d be there for hours. And by the time I was done, I was ready to socialize with others.

I’ve never been a morning person. Sure I can accomplish a lot in the mornings, more than I can in the evenings, but DO NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES talk to me until I’m ready to be talked to. Do not look at me, do not take my favorite cereal bowl, or (God forbid) my coffee cup either. Don’t be all sunshine-y and tell me that it’s time to get up. I’ll get up when I’m good and ready to get up, and yes I know that I’m pressing the snooze button every 4.5 minutes due to the fact that I have two alarm clocks going off simultaneously. THAT IS HOW I LIKE IT.

Anyhow, back to Sunday school. click to continue reading ....

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